At this moment.
At this point in time.
I found myself in the eye of the storm, calm, numb, weak, sad and angry, while my body was twisted and turned around.

In this moment.
In this point of time.
My face, neck, back and even the inside of my private room was burning because you had shoved your fingers or was it your hand so far down. I can’t remember, because my heart and soul escaped me for a moment.

You tried to muffle my screams, All these physical sensations of unmitigated impending doom, as though I had slipped off a cliff and was falling to my uncertain death.
Death, where are you?